Traded To The Lycan King by MG Wattsons novel Chapter 168

Everyone sits and stares at Teiran, Nisha’s eyes sizing him up with unbridled curiosity. Dean clears his throat, waiting for Hayes to say something, anything. But he doesn’t. Instead, he stands and turns to walk away.

“Hayes,” Koda hisses, causing Hayes to stop, look over his shoulder uninterested, and then he walks off.

“I’ll take the first watch,” he mutters.

“I am Teiran.” The dragon heir says. Nisha slaps at Koda, her eyes wide.

“I told you he looks familiar,” she hisses at him.

“And how do you know him?” He asks, sounding bored.

“He is the dragon king’s kid.” She grits out. Koda sits up straighter, his mouth falling open as he looks at me, a grimace on my face as I try to hide my face.

“He is what?” Dean screeches.

“Calm down, they exiled him,” Marcos says in Teiran’s defense and I feel a twitch at my lip, amused that suddenly Marcos is defending him, even if it is minimal. “Disowned really.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Koda scoffs. “If he looks like a dragon and smells like a dragon, then he is the enemy.”

“Do I look like a dragon just sitting here?” Teiran asks, and Koda frowns.

“He means you are big,” Nisha tries to explain.

“He is here because I asked him to help us.” I say, cutting the chit chat short. “Yes, he is the dragon king’s son, yes he was exiled and yes, I do trust him. At least enough to trust that we are not his enemy.”

“Did you stop to consider that maybe he is our enemy?” Koda groans. “And Hayes agreed to this?”

He suddenly stands, throwing his hands up in anger before he chuckles to himself and he sneers at me.

“Yes, Hayes agreed. Teiran and I saved Hayes and Marcos. He had no problem killing his own kind to keep us safe.” I snap at him as I jump up too, rolling my shoulders back.

“You two saved Marcos and Hayes?” Nisha repeats, her tone mocking as she rolls her eyes.

“Yes.” Teiran interjects. “It seems your leader has a desire for death,”

Everyone falls silent. Dean looks down at his hands and Koda looks away, clearing his throat. We all know about Hayes’ wish for death, the oath his brother made him take. There is no room for arguing with anyone about that.

“I’m going to go sit with Hayes,” Dean says, getting up and walking off.

“Teiran, you should get some rest.” I give him a half smile and he nods, clearing his throat before he lays down, and turns his back to the flames.

“Looks like you have a pet dog,” Nisha teases, a giddy grin on her face as she looks at an angry Koda who scowls at me.

“I am no one’s pet, and I am least of all a dog.” Teiran bites out from his spot.

“Enough.” I exhale, my fingers pinching the bridge of my nose. The last thing I need is more arguing over moot points. My body is exhausted and muscles are sore. “I am going to get some sleep while I can.”

I find a spot near the fire, my body shivering as I lay in the dewy grass, the moisture leaching through my clothing. Sleep, like always, eludes me no matter how long I lay counting the breaths. I roll onto my back, my hand over my stomach as I watch the stars.